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Chapter 171 Examination Room 7
Her body temperature was a little hot and her condition was not good. Cheng Xuran raised her fingers and rubbed her temples. She finished writing the test paper one stroke at a time and checked it again before putting down the pen.

I just finished the monthly exam some time ago. This time, except for the main subjects, the basic test is not so strict. History and politics are open-book exams, and students are allowed to turn over books. Cheng Xuran didn’t take the history book and really didn’t have the energy to go back. He lowered his head and looked at Song Yanqing’s desk. , saw the words "history" from the side, and pulled out the book with force.

It was quite laborious to hold the books one by one. When I took out the book, I accidentally pulled out the school uniform and dropped it to the ground. Something rolled out of the pocket of the school uniform.

Cheng Xuran bent down to pick it up and was stunned for a moment. It was a box of cigarettes.

She quickly stuffed the cigarette back into Song Yanqing's school uniform pocket. Her heart beat faster. She looked around and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that no teacher had seen her.

She only knew that Cheng Jiaoxiao could smoke, but she didn't expect Song Yanqing... she had never seen him before.

Are you crazy? Taking him to school and being caught by the dean is not a simple punishment.

Cheng Xuran was in a bit of a mess. He flipped through the history books. As expected, Song Yanqing's history book was as clean as a new one. He didn't even draw half a dime of knowledge points, but Cheng Xuran saw that he had drawn with carbon pens on the book. The animation characters may have been sketched in a casual way when I was bored. The characters’ facial features are expressive, elegant and elegant, and they are very good-looking.

She picked up a pen and wrote down the answers. She could do most of the questions herself, but Cheng Xuran wrote down a few of them according to the standard answers in the book.

Because she felt uncomfortable, Cheng Xuran never left her seat. The bell rang for the end of the exam. It was exactly noon, and the students in the classroom went downstairs to the cafeteria to eat.

Xu Zhi asked her if she was going.

Cheng Xuran really lost his appetite and felt a little nauseous. He shook his head and lay down on the table to sleep. His head felt groggy and he didn't even feel that his cheeks were getting hotter.

In a blur of consciousness, Cheng Xuran buried half of her face in her arms, lowering her head to sleep. The zipper of her school uniform was neatly pulled to the top. Her chin was clean and thin. She vaguely heard a rustling sound and something brushed against her hand. elbow.

She struggled to open her eyes and vaguely saw the person half-kneeling on one knee in front of the desk.

He was flipping through things and didn't notice her waking up. He took out his school uniform jacket with one hand and ran his fingers along the pockets. He didn't know what he noticed and frowned slightly.

First time, so close to him.

He smelled faintly of tobacco, masked by mint candies.

When she lowered her head, the profile of her face was shrouded in hazy light, and it hit her eyes at an extremely close distance.

His black hair is neatly knocked down, his eyelashes are very long, and the bridge of his nose is so straight. He is clean yet handsome, so careless that it makes your heart skip a beat.

Cheng Xuran looked at him blankly.

Song Yanqing was about to stand up after taking the things. When he raised his head, his eyes met Cheng Xuran's.

Eyes intertwined.

"Sorry." His voice was light, a bit lazy and low like a teenager, "I'll get my school uniform."

His eyes are very dark, his eyelids are thin and narrow, and they are sharp and beautiful. His smile has a dissolute and affectionate look that is difficult to control.

For a few seconds it was her shadow.

He has got up.

"It's okay." Cheng Xuran said, her voice coming out of her throat was hoarse and weak. She looked at the school uniform jacket in his arms, and then thought of the box of cigarettes that fell in the history class. She curled up her little finger and hesitated to speak. He didn't say anything until the end.

Everyone else went downstairs to eat, and the classroom was empty except for the two of them.

(End of this chapter)